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Jeremy Betts May 27
Is she jealous or angry?
That's the whole daamn thing
She's jealous for sure
The rest is her projecting

Find me laughing
Because it's so fuucking predictable
The "everyday" is everyday
But does that make the ending avoidable?

That's surely a possibility
But I'm not allowed to say I want to end it
Though the heart strings search out the fingers
Are those thoughts event independent?

I hate to admit it
But relationships are just a buffer
Maybe only a classic bowling lane bumper
Because you'll hate to know that know I am no longer finding that I'm stuck here
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the circus clowns were sad
their pain made the people laugh
so every day
they painted their faces
with outrageous colors
and wore ridiculous costumes
they got onto the stage
in front of all those people
they fueled their sadness
into humor
and tricks
the people laughed and laughed
when the circus clowns show was over
they put on normal clothes
and removed their face paint
they lay in bed at night
and cry themselves to sleep
in the morning
they have another show
so they use the face paint as a mask
to hide away their pain
Lance Remir May 21
The love I had for you

Made the Gods jealous

But the pain you gave me

Made the Devil laugh
Luna Saturne May 18
We sit in the coffee shop—
laughter spilling loud,
hearts full,
like the beans brewed deep in our cups.

For a fleeting moment,
we set the world right,
and nothing exists
beyond us four
and this tiny corner
of time and space.
We both sat in different cities when our conversation started,
not chasing sparks,
just tired souls
looking for soft places to rest.
No promises hung in the air,
no games, no veiled agendas—
just a quiet click,
like puzzle pieces long lost
now found in the same box.
You asked what I’m passionate about,
and I didn’t hold back.
You didn’t flinch at the messy parts.
You shared your own—
not for pity, not for drama,
just truth,
and I listened like I’d been waiting
to hear you all my life.
We laughed about bad jokes,
Talk over what we each had for dinner,
traded secrets like childhood treasures
buried too deep for most to see.
For once, I didn’t feel like explaining myself
was a chore.
And you—
you didn’t try to fix me.
You just listened,
like you knew the weight of it too.
I don’t know where this is going—
if anywhere.
But for tonight,
your voice is a light in a room
I forgot needed one.
And that’s enough.
Jackie Hirdes Apr 30
A voice like church bells ringing
Warm as the setting sun
And twice as comforting

Laughter like a spell
That demands a smile
Even when I feel like hell

Kindness of a heart ever bleeding
Even in dreams
She hastens my hearts very beating

I wonder if she knows
She positively glows
At least to me
Monkey Writes Apr 19
A chortle is
a slythy gleeblish burstle
of verbivore
snickerdazzle
daufter.

To chortle is
to gigglenuzzle bubbles
of snottish glimmerguts
that tickletwist speworling
belly happyspritz and
vorment fuzzlefizzes
out your nose.
Laughter replaces the pain
Let us dance in the rain
Our love is the reason I stay
Your beautiful eyes have there  way
I remember them like it was yesterday
We danced in the rain and held each other close
You Took your finger and wiped the tears from my nose
You pulled me in
Held me close
You’re sent intoxicating like a rose
That is when I knew I couldn’t let go
Of a love I thought I would never know
I found it in you
My everything
Let us dance in the rain
Let the heavens sing
I pull you close
Whisper in your ear and say
I love youmore today than a thousand yesterdays
You mean the world to me and so much more
You are my best friend
The woman I adore
I want to grow old with you by my side
Turning gray as we dance in the rain
My heart filled with pride
It doesn’t get more perfect than what we have right here tonight
I promise to dry all of your tears
Even if it takes a thousand years
Thank you for being my lover
My best friend
My everything until the end
Let us dance in the rain
Right where it all began
Tu, burattino speranzoso,
inutili sono le tue lacrime,
prive di senso,
travolte dal suono del cucù, ora.
Oh pupo,
ti deprimo,
ma leggo in te le stelle
e le ambizioni
che non raggiungerai.

Tu, carcassa macchinaria,
affogate sono le tue grida,
laggiù negli abissi,
natie d’un assassino seppellito.
Oh superbo,
ti disgusto,
ma vedo in te la cenere
e l'onore
che cela la sua paura.

Tu, spirito magistrale,
fittizie sono le tue glorie,
immense e spettacolari,
dal desiderio d’infestare i sogni altrui.
Oh dannato,
ti inorridisco,
ma percepisco in te il teatro
e il potere
di un applauso solo cortese.

Io, universale, infinito,
superiori sono le mie trame,
io che tramuto in lazzi
lo spasmo ed il pianto.
Oh folle,
m’illumino,
mentre distrutto mi guardo allo specchio urlando:

ridi, mostro, ridi!

Ridi, bestia, soffoca nel sorriso!

Ridi!

Ridi!

Ridi!

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You, hopeful puppet,
useless are your tears,
without sense,
swept away by the sound of the cuckoo, now.
Oh puppet,
I depress you,
but I read in you the stars
and the ambitions
that you will not reach.

You, mechanical carcass,
drowned are your cries,
down there in the abyss,
native of a buried murderer.
Oh proud,
I disgust you,
but I see in you the ashes
and the honor
that hides his fear.

You, masterful spirit,
fictitious are your glories,
immense and spectacular,
from the desire to haunt the dreams of others.
Oh ******,
I horrify you,
but I perceive in you the theater
and the power
of only polite applause.

I, universal, infinite,
my plots are superior,
I who turn into jokes
spasm and weeping.
Oh madman,
I light up,
while destroyed I look at myself in the mirror screaming:

laugh, monster, laugh!

Laugh, beast, suffocate in the smile!

Laugh!

Laugh!

Laugh!
I'm one and 3, the Trinity of the Nothing
Gbenga A Apr 2
I've always known I am a beautiful person
that all I was doing was hiding behind a facade
of ugliness.

today, on my way to the market
I met a person I knew
but looking at his squinting eyes, I realized
that he didn't know me.
a handshake later
i laughed and he laughed
he joked about the price of the fishes
and I replied, saying "I could buy a fishing net
for half the price of that catfish".
and there in the market, in a barbershop
I cut my hair
down to the scalp
just like his.

coming back I met another person
her skin as fair as the insides of a bread
she joked about my almost bald head
and choking on laughter, I said
"bushy hair equals bushy nightmares".

But the most beautiful thing I did today?
*** sizzling
eyebrows sweating
tongue salivating
I cooked my favorite dish
served myself
and one of my friends
and we ate
facing the hot, afternoon sun.

Don't be like me
don't hide behind a facade.
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